Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part Two - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Eight Part Two

... met, searching the deep, passionate pools. His hand slid from my chin around my head and drew my mouth to his.

"Hmm.." I moaned as he kissed me passionately on the mouth. He sucked my lower lip gently and extended his tongue between my parted lips. Our tongues met in a sensual touch. Bill's hand slid around to caress my cheek, and I slid my fingernails across his chest.

As we rested, I thought, "How wonderful it was making love with a man who took the time to arouse me totally, pleasure me intensely, satisfy me completely, and then bask in the glory of our lovemaking afterward." This was the kind of sexual relationship I had wanted from the very moment I'd decided to transform myself. It is a warm, loving, passionate relationship, and yes, with a bit of kink thrown in for excitement. Bill and I had given of ourselves totally to one another. We'd surrendered our bodies, let all the inhibitions disappear, and torn down any semblance of walls protecting each other from being hurt. Bill is the kind of lover I want, the type of lover who could satisfy the cravings I'd developed since my transformation. I smiled and kissed him softly before saying, "Thank you, Bill."

He grinned and replied, ...

... "Thank YOU, Genevieve!" Emphasizing the word you.

As I lay my head back down on his shoulder and again let my fingernails explore his hairy chest, another thought came to mind. Bill was my perfect lover; there was just one small problem. A five-foot one-inch problem called Tess. His wife would complicate our perfect union. I'd have to learn to live with that complication if Bill and I were to become long-term lovers.

But at the moment, his spouse was the furthest thing from either of our thoughts. She was off in some distant city, hopefully in the arms of a discreet lover. At the moment, all that mattered to Bill and I was that we were together acting as two lovers, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. A glow that I hoped would light the way from the bottom of the sexual barrel I'd fallen into earlier in the week.

"Let's get more comfortable, Gen," Bill said.

"I couldn't be more comfortable, baby," I replied.

"Would you like some wine, babe?" he suggested. "And I could sure use a minute in your bathroom, too. Nature calls, Gen." He added, giggling.

I kissed him quickly and gave him room to slip off the bed. As he walked toward the bathroom door, I whispered, "Hurry back, baby.